The Beast's Virgin Claim

Tears brim in my eyes as a faint sob escapes my lips. This...this is not how I wanted it to be. I had rehearsed this dance for years often falling scraping my knees, the knives slicing my flesh. I preserved it to show him, just to descry those ocean blues peering down at me with pride as he ruffled my hair. A dance I saved for only his eyes has now been sullied by his wolves and I was driven by him to do this.

"Theia." My male trespasses my space as regularly following me, not letting me be vexed with him.

Stepping faster wiping my cheeks with the rear of my palms, I pick up the hem of my dress rushing towards the refuge of our cottage. He must be reasonably cross with me for what I did back there, for my obvious disrespect to him as my Alpha. Perhaps he wishes to punish me.

The beats of my heart hammer frantically beneath my blossom whilst I work to get away from his emerging heat. My tears do not cease rather surge further to the sensations I resign myself to. Muscular limbs reach forward to seize my waist from behind and draw me to his chest. He picks me up as though I were a pup as my feet are hoisted off the flooring my palms gripping onto his forearms for support.

I am motionless not protesting against his hold for I know how he is. If he wishes to talk to me, he will. My male transfers me to his room setting me down locking the door behind us so that I do not run whilst he turns to regard me with his lively blues.

My eyes remain on his feet as I wait for him to initiate the conversation. The beast marches forward as I recoil from the radiating flames of his flesh. Grasping my hips he tows me to his chest leaning down, angling his face to place a devoted peck to the side of my neck. My eyes swell at his antics as I stand frozen within his arms.

"You never fail to make me proud." He utters to me, an adoring smile settled upon his lips as he lovingly peers down at me. He is discoursing of my dance, he is not mad at me but proud? I do not understand this male of mine.

The tender smile in his eyes fades as soon as he witnesses my tear-stained cheeks and swollen orbs. He frowns in confusion as he caringly skims the tips of his thumbs under my globes as though needing to relax them. "Why?" He urges hoisting my face so he can get a more favourable view of my features highlighted by the moonlight. He is asking why I am crying.

"Because of you."

"What have I done?" His eyes broaden to my truth as his clutch on me tightens luring me closer to his heat. He is worried as though he does not know the cause behind my dejection.

"You are cruel to me, Phobos," I mutter a raw whimper flying past my quivering lips as he swallows nervously, the brightness of his blues dims down to a neutral tone.

"No. No." He murmurs shaking his head in opposition rubbing my streaming tears with his fingers. He does not wish to see me cry.

"Why? Why did y-you not tell me of your departure? Why did you hide it from me? Do you find it entertaining to h-hurt me?"

It takes a few seconds for him to register my words but once they do he crouches down planting his left hand upon my back and his right underneath my thighs to boost me up transporting me to his bed as I leniently punch his chest hushed whines let out for him to hear my sadness.

Freeing me upon the soft mattress, my male slithers beside my flesh laying his head over the feather pillow opening his arms for me to snuggle into. This was what I had truly craved for, evil male he knows precisely how to confine me. How to subdue me with his actions.

"No." I shake my head in rejection my palms mildly shoving at his chest. He cannot do this, he cannot just handle me this way and think I will go running to him when he wishes.

"Pijt, Theia." His voice is orotund tone stern, as though he does not own time for my tantrum. He wishes to console me, I meekly study his inviting chest, how pleasing it would feel to snuggle into him and heart the drums of his heart.

(Come Theia)

"Not until you explain yourself to me."

"This is the way of the males."

"You lie. One of your wolves informed his female of the hunt to prepare her mind. You kept something crucial from me. Perhaps it is the custom of your pack but it shouldn't be your way. It mustn't be our way, Phobos!" There is a climb in my voice as my deceived globes glower at him whilst he senses every bit of my bleeding viewpoint. He does not protest against my words paying heed to me.

"I understand."

"You do not care enough for me, do you?"

"I do."

"You do not want me. You do not see me as your female."

My male snarls his cutting teeth bared to me, his palm propelled forward to clamp around my neck as he yanks me to him in one unrelenting tug. He makes sure I engage with his eyes to see his soul as he presents his unfaltering truth to me. "You are my female. Mine."

"Then why would you treat me like this? Why would you hurt me this way?" I yell feebly placing my hands over my eyes concealing the sight from my male my body quaking to my hiccups. Phobos merely thrusts my face into his neck, dragging my flesh closer to his so I can feel every inch of his being deliciously uniting with mine.

"Forgive me. I was wrong."

"Do you not wish to consider me in your decision making? Seven months is too long, how do I stay here without you?" I question him my voice stifled by his neck whilst he shivers every time my lips caress his skin when I speak.

"I will return to you, slibuji."

(I promise)

"I do not want you to leave, Phobos," I whine wrapping my arms around his waist nuzzling into his chest inhaling the richness of his scent that I shall be deprived of for the next seven months.

"I must. For the pack. For you."

"I will miss you." I grieve my tears drenching his shirt. Depositing his palm over the back of my head coiling my locks around his fingers, he leans down to pass on a doting kiss against my forehead.

"I shall miss you more, drah."

(Beloved)